I haven’t written on here for awhile. I got pretty sick about 2 weeks ago and went to Chicago to stay with my sister and nephew. The whole time that I was there, I felt more at home than I have in the past two years. I wasn’t longing to be somewhere else. I didn’t feel forced to stay where I was because I was avoiding being somewhere else. It felt so great. I forgot that feeling. Of feeling comfortable and at ease wherever you are. It made me seriously consider moving there after college. I wish that I could now. I almost wish that I had never signed a lease for next year already. More than anything, I just want to pack up and leave. Get far away from everything and everyone that I know and start over. Because I’m so unhappy here.